The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The Director’s voice cut through the hum of the climate control, sharp and final, echoing off the cold stone of the vault. "Mara, bring it out. We need to see the condition before the auctioneers arrive on Friday." I looked up from the ledger, my fingers stained with the black ink of the catalog, and met his gaze. He was not looking at me; he was looking at the oak shield standing in the...

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